The sunlight outside Coventry train station made Zhang Jie squint.
He clutched a crumpled city map, scratching key intersections with his fingernail as he walked.
The map's proficiency mostly allowed Zhang Jie to quickly remember general information.
The larger the area, the less useful it became, as the amount of information was so vast that remembering it all was very difficult.
In reality, it was just his strong memory; the proficiency only let him know his level of mastery, which was useless!
So, the method Zhang Jie chose was to focus on the surrounding area and main routes.
"Turn left... third intersection... red mailbox..."
He muttered softly, engraving the route into his mind.
As a professional killer, remembering escape routes was as natural as breathing.
Turning a street corner, a trash can caught his attention.
Zhang Jie casually crumpled the finished map into a ball and tossed it in with a perfect arc.
"Three points!" he muttered to himself.
Just then.
CRASH!
A man carrying a silver briefcase collided squarely with him. Zhang Jie instinctively recoiled half a step, his right hand already reaching for his lower back.
The moment he saw the man, Zhang Jie's mind flickered.
Little Deadpool?
What the f*ck!?
"Damn it... Deadpool?"
That face was all too familiar—Ryan Reynolds' iconic roguishly handsome face, just without the terrible scars.
Yes, it was Deadpool, the guy whose mouth reeked across the entire universe.
He had actually appeared right before his eyes.
Oh, it shouldn't be like this; in this universe, he shouldn't be called Deadpool.
But no matter where he was, he was definitely a deadly chatterbox.
The other party also retreated warily, dangerous light flickering in his blue eyes.
"Woah woah, easy there, brother."
The man raised his empty left hand, "I'm just a handsome bodyguard passing by, not a bad guy, though bad guys always say that."
Zhang Jie's mouth twitched.
This familiar chatterbox, it was definitely Deadpool, no doubt about it.
However, he said this because he sensed a different aura from Zhang Jie, an aura belonging to a killer, and as a former 3A-level bodyguard, he was extremely sensitive to it.
So, the next second, he unhesitatingly pulled out his Pistol and aimed it at Zhang Jie.
And Zhang Jie also pulled out his Pistol, aiming it at the man who looked like Deadpool.
The tension between them was so high it could explode at any moment.
"Who are you?"
Oh, he even asked first.
Zhang Jie also shouted at the man, "Then who are you?"
?
A big question mark slowly floated above both their heads.
The man glanced upstairs, then shook the silver briefcase in his hand: "I'm here to do something."
"Same here..."
After exchanging glances, both suddenly said simultaneously: "Emilia?!"
"Alright, even though I don't know why she called you, since she did, let's go up together."
Michael shrugged, put away his Pistol, and casually pointed upstairs.
"Michael Bryce." The man suddenly extended his hand seriously, "3A-level professional bodyguard, former presidential secret service member, currently employed by—"
"Stop!" Zhang Jie interrupted him, "I didn't ask for all that."
Michael pouted: "Alright, Mr. Cool. So, who are you?"
Zhang Jie raised an eyebrow: "As you said, a cool killer."
"Ha! I knew it!"
Michael waved his hands exaggeratedly, "She never believed in my abilities! My protection missions were always perfectly executed..."
Zhang Jie's temple throbbed.
He was now certain that no matter the universe, this guy's talkative nature would never change.
"Listen." Zhang Jie suppressed the urge to knock him out with a punch, "Shouldn't we go upstairs?"
"Oh, right!"
Michael slapped his forehead, "Almost forgot the main thing, but seriously, your cool-faced killer style would suit a cool line, like 'I bring death' or 'The night is my cloak' or something..."
Zhang Jie decided to completely ignore him and walked straight to the stairs.
In front of the safe house door on the third floor, Zhang Jie knocked.
The door opened, and a young woman with a ponytail and tactical vest stood there.
"Michael?!" Emilia's face turned ugly when she saw the man behind Zhang Jie.
Michael handed her the small box, "If you didn't need help, you wouldn't want to call me, would you?"
"Indeed, I'm thinking about how to remove your 3A bodyguard certification!" Emilia's voice was as cold as ice.
Michael's expression suddenly became serious: "You said you wouldn't! If it wasn't for your promotion back then, leaking our and the protected target's whereabouts, how could my mission have failed?"
"Do you know how much I love you? I only spoke to you about that mission! My previous status was like this! Thanks to you, my current status has plummeted! It's barely higher than a doghouse now."
"What?" Emilia looked shocked, "I never—"
"Oh? Then why did Interpol promote you the next day? What a f*cking coincidence!"
"Listen, I'm sorry for what you went through, I really didn't know... Listen, I don't want to argue with you anymore!"
Michael also calmed down for a moment and spoke directly: "Where's the target?"
Emilia pointed to the room inside: "The protected target is in there."
Michael walked forward... At this moment, the argument between the two outside attracted the attention of the person inside. He dragged his newly bandaged calf, preparing to come out and see what was happening.
He had just walked out of the inner room, having performed a bullet removal surgery on himself, holding a Pistol in one hand and with one leg still bandaged.
"That bastard brother..."
As soon as the door opened, he saw Michael's face, and the smile on Michael's face instantly vanished.
"What the f*ck... K!" Michael was shocked, not expecting to meet his archenemy, Jin Kaide, here!
Zhang Jie was speechless when he saw this person. Isn't this Motherf*cker Man?
Director Nick Fury?
The bald black man raised his Pistol without a word; he also recognized who the person in front of him was.
Old acquaintances meet with red-hot eyes.
As a 3A-level bodyguard, Michael's reaction speed was naturally superb. The moment he saw Jin Kaide, his vigilance had already been raised to the highest level.
The instant he caught sight of Jin Kaide raising his Pistol, he reached out and deflected the Pistol aside. He then followed up with a kick, which unfortunately landed squarely on Jin Kaide's injured calf.
How could Jin Kaide allow him to snatch the Pistol?
So he immediately reached out to pull the Pistol back, but Michael gave him no chance, twisting his hand back directly.
At the same time, he kicked Jin Kaide's injured calf again.
Seeing this, Jin Kaide knew he couldn't get the Pistol back, so he let go and pulled another Pistol from his lower back.
But Michael's reaction was astonishing; he snatched the Pistol again!
Grab, turn, shoulder, swing the Pistol—all in one fluid motion.
However, Jin Kaide clung to the Pistol tightly, and seeing that Michael, that bastard, had pulled out his own Pistol, Jin Kaide immediately crashed into Michael, pushing him against the wall.
BANG!
Zhang Jie's eyelids twitched. Wow, they're really going at it, huh?
Emilia, on the other hand, was utterly bewildered and shocked. What happened?
How did the bodyguard and the protected target start fighting?
A foul-mouthed + verbose combination, this mission is going to be fun.
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